“This place’ll be ending soon too.”

“Well, there’s not much time left now. Doesn’t it feel like a relief?”

Hong Yesung stretched his arms above his head in a wide yawn. Instead of answering, Sa-young pulled a crushed cigarette pack from his coat pocket. Only two cigarettes remained. The pack had been one of Cha Uijae’s belongings. For someone with poor health, why had he even wanted to smoke? Tch. Sa-young clicked his tongue softly and placed one of the crumpled cigarettes in his mouth. Then he called to the figure walking ahead.

“Are you ready?”

“All done, of course! Who do you think you’re dealing with?”

Hong Yesung gestured for him to follow, his steps light as he led the way down a secluded, overgrown path. Past the brush and brambles, a dilapidated warehouse came into view. Weathered by the ocean wind, the structure looked long abandoned.

“Let’s see… behaving yourself in there?”